Falling into space, never seems to be an ace.
Falling from my heart, leaving teardrops from
The start. For tomorrow I am looking for
Fame, so remember my name.
But whatever, I’m still marrying you, even if
Time stands still, which it probably will.
To know who I am, a very famous man; in my
Lifetime, probably not, but I live in hope and
You’ll never see me mope.
Poems By ken makepeace 